Let it be forgotten,
as that flame, it just goes out.
May it be forgotten,
as to where my soul,
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A roar from the lion's den...deep, profound, lovely... A Poet Who Loves To Sing
I like this one. It creates a mood; something not easily done. I particularly like the last few lines. That long-forgotten snow phrase is especially nice. Thanks, G
This reminds me of an old poem I once read; but it is new and fresh, and goes forth on it's journey from where that one left off.